Unwritten

 The burden of the masked man living out a destiny that he’s never really felt in control of. Ending lives without really living his. An undoing of lives. Will it always be this way? Can a bandit be reborn? Reformed? Must he always conceal his joy behind a dusty old bandana? Is his true language a gun? Could the bullet holes he leaves behind tell a story of a life yet unlived? Unwritten. 


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